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69

She got the love she wanted from me In twenty-seven pieces I delivered a fragmented heart repeating a muted beat and now we are light years apart

I reached for a thunder cloud and stood pierced by a bolt of sunshine honey wine sweet honey wine like evrything that spins our center remains still unavailable unbending to tears O mirror mirror what do you see a silent proxy built of fire fleeing through four dimensions

Yeah I´ll be back And when I come back this time I´ll carry your bath water in my tin jar suck diamonds from your pussy as I drink from your crystal slipper

Unchanged by my illusion I hope you carry me through your desert sands

See, I´m nor you lover, you can´t make me approach you with handcuffs or possessions.

My circle is filled with wordsmiths dream crafters and alchemists like Saul or is he the apostle Paul? there he is, walking through a Brooklyn mall with a forty-foot mouth and eighty-foot arm spanAre you happy?, he asks

And what about that Moor he moved toward her she divided his soul into unwhole pieces With an empty glass we follow Desdamona shaking we wait for her simple touch you better love me back, mothafucka who Cares moore about you?

In these circles I stay protected rebuilding my heart like fulfillment of Ka my soul reassembled like humpty dumpty on organic mushrooms

You can do it baby!

What got done was the completion of the lunar eclipse I tasted her lips tickled her nipples with my spotted tongue inviting me into paradise I dive in both heads first

Have you ever been underwater with a fish? right below Atlantis is a bordello they call Liquid City I ran for office twice but only won in 69

I still have the keys to the city I think I´ll melt them down and braid you a molten necklace with some iron feathers so we can fly close to the sun

And when I come your bed loses its sheets water don´t shoot out of the tap your TV don´t work when I come the mangoes are seasoned

I heard you saying love was a promise and promises are meant to be exposed for the bullshit they produce therefore I set you loose off into the distant plain only to come up behind you again wet silky ascension leaving me nothing else but this long fleeting illusion